another mist, another magical moment

Imagine this. A narrow ledge of a walkway. A drop of some 300ft to your left and a rock face equally sheer jostling for elbow room on your right. Walking non-stop for a few hours and the knees were slightly wobbly -- or was that a result of the exquisite beauty all around? And then from way below came the mist to accompany the slowly gathering cold darkness. Camera clutched in one hand, steadying myself with the other, i tried to hurry. Until i looked up.

Like two ghosts out of the mist came these soaring black eagles. Unhurried and graceful they circled around each other and disapparated just as suddenly as they'd apparated. The imminent darkness became irrelevant. the ledge was wide enough now for an elephant to dance on. i stood transfixed. leaning against the rock face i wished them back so i could enjoy the symphony a little longer. 

Just as i was about to move on, one appeared again. i raised my camera. a few frames later, i simply stood there letting it all soak in. then bowed my head in reverence and walked on.